What a peculiar day!
In a good way. It is nearly 5:00 p.m. Earlier I stopped at Walmart pharmacy and picked up my newest (and hopefully my last!) course of Prednisone. It has started to snow again. But the roads are pretty clear. And the sun is shining!
After I got my prescription, I stopped off at Starbucks for a Citrus Defender. I am still feeling low energy, but today is a bit better than the last few days. I have had nearly the whole week off from teaching. Monday was President's Day. So the music center was closed. I had spent the night in Vancouver and it had started to snow. So I stayed there, in the little trailer with my daughter, Baby Gracie (her newest nickname is "Schnood". I'll tell you the story in a bit...) and my son-in-law.
I finally had a good night's sleep last night. I really think the short workout at the gym helped. I am hoping to get one tonight.
Tomorrow, if the weather cooperates, I will be back to work. I took my meds at Starbucks. I had also ordered a gluten free breakfast sandwich. (I had a coupon for $2 off).
So there I was, at Starbucks. I had taken my pill, and was sipping my Citrus Defender, whilst playing intense games of Words with Friends, when I heard "...Breakfast Sandwich". I thought I had heard gluten free. But thinking back, I am not so sure.
I unwrapped the paper and took a big bite. Oh my goodness, it was so much better than usual. I took another big bite. Then I looked at the sandwich. It LOOKED so much different than usual. The bread did not taste gluten free.
Uh-Oh. I had a sinking feeling. I think perhaps, I was eating not only an ungluten free sandwich, but it was someone else's!
By this time, it was nearly half eaten. I told myself perhaps they had changed bread. To a bread that tasted remarkably like a sourdough roll. Perhaps gluten free baking had gotten that advanced?
I kept eating. I looked up at the counter. No one was up there asking for their sandwich. In fact, no other breakfast sandwiches seemed to have been ordered.
Then I heard the barista say "...gluten free...?"
The other barista came out from behind the counter with a bag. A bag with a sandwich wrapped inside that said in bold letters "Gluten Free" on the outside.
"Ma'am did you ordered the gluten free breakfast sandwich?" he asked.
"Oops", I said, sheepishly looking at the bag on my table, and the little crumbs of evidence.
"I thought he said gluten-free!" I said.
The barista laughed. He plunked down my sandwich and said, "You are good to go then!"
So I got two sandwiches today.
Which brings me to another subject. My blood sugar. My daughter had gestational diabetes whilst pregnant with the Schnood.
Ok, here's the story. When my kids were little and they got bonked on the heads, I would say,
"Oh, no! Did you bonk your schnoodle?"
I do not know where I came up with the word 'schnoodle'. But it has stuck in the family ever since.
And the other day with Baby Grace was bopping around on her mom's lap, she threw her head back and bonked it on the rocking chair.
And howled.
Like a wild banshee.
"Oh no!" said my daughter.
"Did baby bonk her schnoodle?"
And somehow schnoodle got shortened to Schnood. So whenever I (Zma) come over for a visit, I get a big grin when I enter the trailer.
And I usually bellow, "Schnood!"
Which causes the Schnood to let out the cutest baby squeals and giggles.
But I digress.
My daughter used to have to check her blood sugar levels three times a day while she was pregnant. She is fine now. But when I told her again and again that I felt like lying on the floor and passing out after each of our meals, she took my blood sugar.
It was in the pre-diabetic zone.
So I am wondering if perhaps I am not sensitive to gluten afterall. Just carbs?
Oh, but it would be lovely to have a nice hunk of sourdough bread now and then.
Either way, I need to watch my carbs and sugars.
I have eaten really healthy this week under the watchful eye of my daughter.
My two breakfast sandwich incident can be dealt with. I will drink much water and go to the gym. And then have a nice salad, no croutons for my light supper.
Anyway, here I am at the library. As I was entering I saw a woman I know. She is a children's librarian. She was returning some books. We greeted each other with a hug.
I told her it was a peculiar, but lovely day. The sun was out and little flakes of snow were floating down.
"And the light is warm and golden", she said.
Spoken like a true lover of the written word.
And I, like the little flakes of snow, feel like I am floating on the golden day.
One of words my students and I have written on our "Code of the Piano Ninja" is the word patience.
It is the last word on the list. This week I have learned that I need to adhere to the Code of the Piano Ninja just as my students do.
And patience is something I need to work on.
Mostly in learning to slow down and enjoy the moment. In breathing. In taking my time with "Words with Friends". In slowing my speech down when teaching. And in spending quality time with the Schnood.
The Schnood and I spent several hours together today while her parents ran errands. I turned off the television. I plugged my phone into the charger. I did not even put on a CD or turn on the radio.
It was silent.
And silence, like the sun reflecting off the snowflakes today, is golden.
We read books, we danced, we did some floor time with her toys. She blew raspberries at me. I blew raspberries at her. She got a little fussy, so I fed her a bit. But lately, she has been rejecting the bottle. She prefers her mom. Especially before bedtime or naptime.
But today, even though she rejected the bottle, she did not cry. I just picked her up and sang to her gently and walked and swayed.
She was very calm. I could feel her relax and put her little head on my shoulder. She was almost asleep when her mom and dad returned.
And I felt like a very competent grandma. A very patient, competent grandma!
And on that note, I wish you a lovely evening.
I will talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita and the Schnood
P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 244!
In a good way. It is nearly 5:00 p.m. Earlier I stopped at Walmart pharmacy and picked up my newest (and hopefully my last!) course of Prednisone. It has started to snow again. But the roads are pretty clear. And the sun is shining!
After I got my prescription, I stopped off at Starbucks for a Citrus Defender. I am still feeling low energy, but today is a bit better than the last few days. I have had nearly the whole week off from teaching. Monday was President's Day. So the music center was closed. I had spent the night in Vancouver and it had started to snow. So I stayed there, in the little trailer with my daughter, Baby Gracie (her newest nickname is "Schnood". I'll tell you the story in a bit...) and my son-in-law.
I finally had a good night's sleep last night. I really think the short workout at the gym helped. I am hoping to get one tonight.
Tomorrow, if the weather cooperates, I will be back to work. I took my meds at Starbucks. I had also ordered a gluten free breakfast sandwich. (I had a coupon for $2 off).
So there I was, at Starbucks. I had taken my pill, and was sipping my Citrus Defender, whilst playing intense games of Words with Friends, when I heard "...Breakfast Sandwich". I thought I had heard gluten free. But thinking back, I am not so sure.
I unwrapped the paper and took a big bite. Oh my goodness, it was so much better than usual. I took another big bite. Then I looked at the sandwich. It LOOKED so much different than usual. The bread did not taste gluten free.
Uh-Oh. I had a sinking feeling. I think perhaps, I was eating not only an ungluten free sandwich, but it was someone else's!
By this time, it was nearly half eaten. I told myself perhaps they had changed bread. To a bread that tasted remarkably like a sourdough roll. Perhaps gluten free baking had gotten that advanced?
I kept eating. I looked up at the counter. No one was up there asking for their sandwich. In fact, no other breakfast sandwiches seemed to have been ordered.
Then I heard the barista say "...gluten free...?"
The other barista came out from behind the counter with a bag. A bag with a sandwich wrapped inside that said in bold letters "Gluten Free" on the outside.
"Ma'am did you ordered the gluten free breakfast sandwich?" he asked.
"Oops", I said, sheepishly looking at the bag on my table, and the little crumbs of evidence.
"I thought he said gluten-free!" I said.
The barista laughed. He plunked down my sandwich and said, "You are good to go then!"
So I got two sandwiches today.
Which brings me to another subject. My blood sugar. My daughter had gestational diabetes whilst pregnant with the Schnood.
Ok, here's the story. When my kids were little and they got bonked on the heads, I would say,
"Oh, no! Did you bonk your schnoodle?"
I do not know where I came up with the word 'schnoodle'. But it has stuck in the family ever since.
And the other day with Baby Grace was bopping around on her mom's lap, she threw her head back and bonked it on the rocking chair.
And howled.
Like a wild banshee.
"Oh no!" said my daughter.
"Did baby bonk her schnoodle?"
And somehow schnoodle got shortened to Schnood. So whenever I (Zma) come over for a visit, I get a big grin when I enter the trailer.
And I usually bellow, "Schnood!"
Which causes the Schnood to let out the cutest baby squeals and giggles.
But I digress.
My daughter used to have to check her blood sugar levels three times a day while she was pregnant. She is fine now. But when I told her again and again that I felt like lying on the floor and passing out after each of our meals, she took my blood sugar.
It was in the pre-diabetic zone.
So I am wondering if perhaps I am not sensitive to gluten afterall. Just carbs?
Oh, but it would be lovely to have a nice hunk of sourdough bread now and then.
Either way, I need to watch my carbs and sugars.
I have eaten really healthy this week under the watchful eye of my daughter.
My two breakfast sandwich incident can be dealt with. I will drink much water and go to the gym. And then have a nice salad, no croutons for my light supper.
Anyway, here I am at the library. As I was entering I saw a woman I know. She is a children's librarian. She was returning some books. We greeted each other with a hug.
I told her it was a peculiar, but lovely day. The sun was out and little flakes of snow were floating down.
"And the light is warm and golden", she said.
Spoken like a true lover of the written word.
And I, like the little flakes of snow, feel like I am floating on the golden day.
One of words my students and I have written on our "Code of the Piano Ninja" is the word patience.
It is the last word on the list. This week I have learned that I need to adhere to the Code of the Piano Ninja just as my students do.
And patience is something I need to work on.
Mostly in learning to slow down and enjoy the moment. In breathing. In taking my time with "Words with Friends". In slowing my speech down when teaching. And in spending quality time with the Schnood.
The Schnood and I spent several hours together today while her parents ran errands. I turned off the television. I plugged my phone into the charger. I did not even put on a CD or turn on the radio.
It was silent.
And silence, like the sun reflecting off the snowflakes today, is golden.
We read books, we danced, we did some floor time with her toys. She blew raspberries at me. I blew raspberries at her. She got a little fussy, so I fed her a bit. But lately, she has been rejecting the bottle. She prefers her mom. Especially before bedtime or naptime.
But today, even though she rejected the bottle, she did not cry. I just picked her up and sang to her gently and walked and swayed.
She was very calm. I could feel her relax and put her little head on my shoulder. She was almost asleep when her mom and dad returned.
And I felt like a very competent grandma. A very patient, competent grandma!
And on that note, I wish you a lovely evening.
I will talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita and the Schnood
P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 244!
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